A Bright Light’s Right Over There…

Chapter Four: In Which Lynda and Dave Go Up the Mountain. Jack Can’t. He’s dead.

“Because in the end, you won’t remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.”    Jack Kerrouac

“Isn’t it strange
How we move our lives for another day
Like skipping a beat
What if a great wave should wash us all away
Just thinking out loud
Don’t mean to dwell on this dying thing
But looking at blood
It’s alive right now
Deep and sweet within
Pouring through our veins
Intoxicate moving wine to tears
Drinking it deep
Then an evening spent dancing
It’s you and me
This love will open our world
From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright
There’s much more than we see here
Don’t burn the day away.”     Dave Matthews

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Here we are on the cusp of something so unique that we seek it in all kinds of places when it’s not here. We hunt through closets. We search love letters and court orders and bars and movies and philosophies only to be left flopping like a fish pulled from the water. Thrown on the shore, we struggle to find out how we fit into this strange land. How do we swim if we can only walk on this bumpy road? I may not know how to walk…

Now for me, it’s been a few years. Sadness has taken me into a quiet cave. The music makes me sad because it reminds me of the happiest times of my life. The happiest times that are no longer here. I’m not good at forcing smiles where there are none. My smile factory has been out-of-business. So for me, I haven’t seen a show in several years. For you, one year of relative quiet may seem like forever but look where we are now. In a few months, the sky will light up with music. Smiling faces will unite heart-to-heart to sing along. Hands held. So many hugs. What will be played? Back like the sunrises. Back like a baby’s need to smile. Back like a shot of good whisky. Back like inspiration to do something great. To be better. I wasn’t going to go…again. But I think it’s much like a plant locked away in a dark closet. I HAVE to go. “From the dark side we can see a glow of something bright”!

Grab those dreams. Fly to those stars. Don’t hide from joy.

“Don’t burn the day away.”

“Climb that goddamn mountain.”

See you at SPAC!


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